The first day the moon rose last
I felt regret, I felt a hole
The first day I lost it all…

The first time we drowned out here
The light went out, a blackness creeped
The last time I felt like this…

I think I’m losing sleep again
I think I’m losing
I think I’m falling

I think I’m falling in love with this
I think I’m dying
I think I’m trying

O’ hallowed be thy name, fault of mine
I follow you, I fall behind
The heart still pines, the heart still
Pines

I think I’m losing sleep again
I think I’m losing
I think I’m falling

I think I’m falling in love with this
I’m dead on dying
I’m dead on trying

The virtue of the moon:
It turns back, haunting
Ashen shores, a will divine
This thirst of mine
I wanted more

The virtue of the self:
It prays for something else
Another life, a wave of Bliss. I’m sick of this
I wanted more

I’d be better if
I could just hold on
I’d be better if
I could let this go